# Chapter 46
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Episode 46
"one.
One.
"It's like telepathy."
Lancelot's eyes cooled a little.
It seems like he expected something to be said, even though he pretended not to.
Did I disappoint you?
Anita quickly waved her hand and added an explanation.
"I was trying to say that we've spent so much time with each other that there are things we can feel even if we don't say anything."
"So what's the answer to my question?"
"How do you know when you're offended?
First of all...
"Responses are slow."
Lancelot was silent.
His silence was a positive sign.
"Of course I know why it's slow.
Isn't it because you're holding back from raising your voice?
And my eyes, what should I say...
"Look at me like I'm going to eat you."
Lancelot looked away at the part about catching and eating.
It was just a metaphor, but I think it was interpreted in a scary way.
“So what part were you offended by?
"I'll be careful from now on."
"You don't have to be careful.
Behave your way.
"Just as it has been for 10 years."
Do whatever you want.
Isn't that the tone of a child?
'Are you purely rooting for me?
Or are you being sarcastic because I've been behaving how I want for 10 years?
Anita asked confused.
"So can we continue talking about Brother Bimarck?"
There is no answer.
"no?"
He pretended not to hear and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
'I don't think it works.
'Maybe it's because I don't like Brother Bimarck.'
What can I do if I keep saying I don't like it?
Lancelot said as he felt resigned in his heart.
"You can do that as long as you promise to sleep in the bed."
If you answer like that, I can't tell you how much you hate Bimarck.
Lancelot, who climbed onto the bed and leaned his back against the headboard, called Anita to the seat next to him.
"Now tell your story.
What about Georges Fager?
Even Anita, as distressed as she was, found it difficult not to listen as she called and banged the mattress.
Anita sat down beside him and talked eagerly about Georges Pager, whom she had met in the morning.
At the beginning, I spoke sincerely to dilute the slightly awkward atmosphere.
But soon the conversation was happening naturally, without her realizing it.
Not anywhere else except in bed.
"I'll follow you too."
The first time Lancelot, who had been keeping his head down for some time, opened his mouth was at the end of the story, when he mentioned his promise to Georges.
Anita asked in surprise.
"In your house?
Why?"
"Because I can't send you alone to the house of a man I don't even know who he is."
I'm grateful, but I'm worried.
"Even though his personality is a little unusual, he was introduced to me by my father.
He said he also has a wife...
."
"Whether you have a wife or children, if you can't trust them, you can't trust them."
"More than anything, Mr.
Georges Fager seemed to dislike the nobles to the point of grinding his teeth.
"Are you all right?"
After a brief pause, he responded quickly as if there was no problem.
"Because you don't necessarily have to go there like Duke Lancelot Edenbahir."
It was a sound that somehow made people anxious.
That day, Anita couldn't resist Lancelo's intimidation and ended up occupying his bed.
She thought it was her stubbornness that would never be defeated, but she was defenseless before Lancelot and could do nothing about it.
'In that case, the person I like most should lose.'
It's very, very unfair.
***
The next morning.
Anita had been out of her mind since morning.
The clothes were decided with consideration for Georges, who despised nobles, but the fault was largely Lancelot's, who naturally followed me.
Lancelot, I don't know where he got it from, but he wore simple clothes that didn't suit his status.
Even though he was wearing a dull suit, Lancelot's presence radiated light.
So that means it was an even bigger problem.
"Who can I introduce you to Mr.
Georges?"
He responded nonchalantly.
"Your cousin, brother."
Certainly, if he was her cousin, he was not a nobleman.
"Brother...
.
"Can't I be your sister?"
"Do you want to hear what you say?
"If you want to hear, I will."
"...
"I think my brother would be better off."
The reason I always lose might be because I have less courage.
'In the end, I ended up tricking Mr.
Georges again.'
I'm sorry, Mr.
Georges.
The destination was a wheat field on the outskirts of Hicksen.
They left the car far from Georges' mansion and walked along the unpaved dirt road.
The further I got from the royal capital, the closer the peaceful and cozy atmosphere became.
There was an industrial zone between Shabalon and Hixen with many factories, but this area was still green and grassy throughout.
Although the day was warm, the heat seemed to be going away as I looked at the grass swaying like waves in the wind.
"Are you here?"
Georges' mansion was the poorest building on the farm.
He must have been watching the fence, and as soon as Anita and Lancelot arrived, he opened the door and came out as if he had been waiting.
"Welcome, Duchess.
Is this...
?"
Perhaps because of Lancelot's striking appearance, there was a slight wariness in Georges' gaze when he looked at him.
"He's my cousin."
"This is Gunther.
"I followed Anita because I was worried about sending her alone."
Georges didn't seem to believe it completely, but he shook Lancelot's hand without saying anything.
"Considering the Duchess' situation, it's understandable.
It's bad, but please come in.
"I made some tea."
Anita followed Georges without saying a word.
'I'm used to it because I went here and there with my father, but Lancelot...
.'
Children of noble families who were raised with honor are often reluctant to step into the muddy mud.
Fortunately, Lancelot didn't seem dissatisfied with the mud inside the fence.
Sorry.
The old wooden door creaked open.
The inside was cleaner than the outside of the building.
I thought maybe I had cleaned all night to receive her.
Perhaps because it was a narrow and old house, there was no separate living room.
Georges, who was leading them inside, asked Anita, who stopped in front of the stairs.
"My wife is lying on this floor.
Would you like to meet him?
oh.
This is the fourth.
"No, it will be uncomfortable.
I...
"I didn't know where the pain was, so I brought some fruit."
Georges accepted the gift with joy.
My heart warmed a little when I saw my wife's smiling face saying she would like it.
"If you'll wait a moment, I'll bring you some tea and food."
As Georges disappeared, Anita looked around the room.
Nearly new newspapers were neatly arranged under the table.
Judging by the article that summarized the commotion at their wedding, it appears that they acquired information about the Börøni family and the Edenbahir family before arriving.
The shelf on the wall was full of books.
The right side was full of old law books and the left side was full of accounting books, but they were all new.
'It doesn't look like you're farming...
'Are you doing accounting?'
What was placed on the table was a thick book and notes full of mathematical calculations.
A quick glance revealed that everything from one to ten was a mathematical calculation.
Most of them were calculations involving numbers with many digits, but the part that seemed especially complicated seemed to be a simple calculation formula requested by the university.
But what was surprising was that there wasn't even a small calculator on the crowded table.
'Did you really calculate all this in your head?'
It's incredible.
It seemed like Georges was making money from this job.
Since there is a lot of work, it seems that reliability is high.
'It would be nice if this person managed the Edenbahir estate.'
He is a property manager with extensive knowledge of law and accounting, as well as excellent mental calculation skills.
I can't help but long for it.
I looked around and stood next to Lancelot.
He was looking at a small photo hanging next to the window.
The painting was a portrait of a young couple.
"Isn't it wonderful?
"This is a drawing my daughter made."
Georges approached us before we knew it, placing the cup of tea on the table and saying.
Anita asked in surprise.
"That's great.
Seriously.
"Is your daughter a painter?"
"I think so.
"If only I were alive."
Oh my God.
"Don't make that face.
"If Vincent Wöröny hadn't been there, I would have lost my wife."
"...
"Is your wife's illness related to your daughter?"
Georges nodded solemnly.
"My daughter had a great talent for drawing.
This does not mean that I am the father of the child.
"I told you everything, so much so that I was accepted early into the De Munsel school in Chavalon."
Creaking.
Red tea fell into an old cup.
"I worked non-stop for a year to raise funds for my son's admission.
But...
Unfortunately, on the day of the entrance ceremony, he was hit by a carriage and lost consciousness, and a few days later he suddenly left our side."
Georges' complexion darkened a little.
"They say accidents can happen anytime and anywhere, but wouldn't the story be different if the accident was intentional?"
"Yes."
"The owner of the carriage that killed my son was Baron Norvais.
And coincidentally, exactly one week after my son's admission was canceled, the only son of the Norve family was offered additional admission."